You know what he is? He is a vandal. He is vandalizing the board. He is vandalizing this unit. He is a Hun, a Visigoth, a barbarian at the gate, clamoring for noble Roman blood and what’s left of our clearance rate.[about Freamon, who is discovering bodies in the vacant houses]
If I was laying there dead on some Baltimore street corner, I’d want it to be you standing over me, catching the case. Because, brother, when you were good, you were the best we had.
From everything we’ve given you, fire should be shooting out your ass. But no, there you sit like a genital wart.[to McNulty]